Maggie couldn’t differentiate between the truth and utter garbage. Whether the naivety was on purpose or by chance was beyond me. But I still stood by, patiently.


That day, the scalper was nowhere to be seen. He was a phony. Everyone who listened to Maggie describing the scalper would immediately conclude that he was a phony. Everyone but Maggie.

When the day ended, he broke down and cried. I still stood by, patiently and refraining myself from saying, “Maggie I told you so”.